MASSACRED .

indie hierocles. loved by rowie.

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                   he    knew    something    was    wrong    the    moment    the    two    guards    approach    him    in    the    forum .    it    was    nundinae ,    market    day ,    and    he    had    snuck    out    of    the    palace    early    in    the    morning .    his    fingers    are    tightly    clutching    a    bouquet    ;    it’s    an    almost    apology    for    the    fight    they    had    last    night .    blood    had    stained    her    teeth ,    a    bruise    started    to    welt    on    her    cheek ,    and    she    had    so    pleased    by    it .    she    had    almost    begged    for    it ,    the    pain ,    and    he    was    happy    to    oblige    in    the    moment ,    but    as    always ,    guilt    flooded    him    in    the    morning .    he    had    picked    out    roses ,    knowing    that    she    had    preferred    them ,    and    was    about    to    try    and    find    her    a    gown    when    the    men    came    into    his    vision .

                   something    in    hierocles’    stomach    tightened ,    close    to    fear ,    and    he    keeps    his    throat    to    keep    it    from    closing    up .    ❛    iudices ,    ❜    hierocles    starts ,    shoulders    tensing .    ❛    to    what    do    i    owe    this    pleasure    ?    ❜    the    words    barely    finish    leaving    his    mouth    before    hands    are    grabbing    both    of    his    arms .    the    flowers    drop    to    the    ground ,    and    the    people    around    them    begin    to    murmur ,    take    a    few    steps    back    ;    he    doesn’t    put    up    a    fight ,    and    he    lets    himself    get    tugged    through    the    forum ,    back    towards    the    palace .    was    she    going    to    have    him    executed    ?    had    she    finally    grown    sick    of    what    they    were    ?    killing    him    so    she    can    marry    one    of    the    plebeians    she    whored    herself    out    to    ?

                   the    throne    room ,    once    a    place    of    comfort ,    makes    the    pit    in    his    stomach    grow    tenfold .    elagabalus    sits    there    in    all    her    glory ,   and    she    looks . .    no ,    she’s    still    crying .    all    hierocles    wants    to    do    is    rush    over ,    take    her    in    his    arms ,    and    speak    words    of    love    into    her    ears .    he    doesn’t    get    the    chance    to .    the    guards    shove    on    his    shoulders ,    and    hierocles    falls    to    his    ground ,    his    knees    hitting    the    floor    with    an    almost    sickening    noise ,    and    it’s   not    graceful .    at    first ,    he    doesn’t    look    at    her ,    he    doesn’t    want    her    to    see    the    fear    in    his    face .    but    then    one    of    the    guards    is    roughly    grabbing    his    chin ,    forcing    his    head    up ,   and    his    gaze    is    right    at    her .    the    other    guard    who    isn’t    holding    his    face    finally    speaks ,    directed    towards    the    empress .

                                    ❛    we    brought    him ,    per    your    request .    ❜

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                   HIEROCLES || HUSBAND || FC: AARON TVEIT

Originally from Caria, Hierocles was at one point enslaved and ended up in Rome. He became a charioteer, and it was whilst participating in one of the chariot races that he gained the attention of Elagabalus, in quite an odd and unexpected sequence of events. In a certain race, he fell out of his chariot, opposite the seat of the Empress, and lost his helmet in the fall. The lack of a helmet revealed his handsome beauty to the young ruler ; he was young, beardless, and blessed with a crown of golden hair. Elagabalus was completely and utterly infatuated. Her fickle attention grabbed, she had Hierocles rushed to the palace immediately. It was there that he reportedly captivated her with his nocturnal feats, and they fell deeply in love. She granted him his freedom, and married him.

He violently upbraided and beat Elagabalus on several occasions after catching her being unfaithful – however, this is something she reportedly enjoyed, and even set herself up for being caught in the act. Some writers speculate she even asked for such violent behaviour. She never became vexed at this maltreatment, instead loving him even moreso for it. He was also notoriously jealous, going so far as to drug the drink of another potential lover of his wife, henceforth making the man unable to secure an erection.

Hierocles was reportedly immensely powerful within the court, extorting nobles of their riches in return for falsified words from the Empress herself. Elagabalus apparently tried to appoint him Caesar, much to the chagrin of her grandmother, and she supposedly threatened the woman for opposing her over this. She even became at odds with the soldiers on his account, and this was one of the things that led to her death. She made no attempt to hide her relationship with him, nor her infatuation for him, the two appearing in public and her allegedly kissing him upon the manhood during Floralia.

He was removed along with more of Elagabalus’ companions during a riot started by the Praetorian Guard. The Empress was forced to comply, and Hierocles was the only one whom which she begged to be left with. She was sobbing and trembling, pleading with them to spare only herself, and her beloved Hierocles. This did not work, and she was forced to dismiss him. This proved detrimental, as from that point, she reportedly refused to do anything befitting of an Empress and instead spent her days demanding her husband back.

They never did meet again, and Hierocles was murdered with the rest of Elagabalus’ court on the 11th of March, 222.

                  npc meme.

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